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Damn... Can we- Can we get a continuation of this? Please?
AAAHHHH I'M LATE UPLOADING THIS
"There's a lot more to this job than just fighting," the superhero explained, one hand pressed against the hero's back as they moved down the dark alleyway, practically knowing the route by heart now. "Sometimes it's better to use our voices than our fists. Diplomacy. Negotiating with an enemy is never easy, nor is it done often, but there are some cases where it is necessary."
"Like Supervillain," the hero said.
The superhero nodded. "Exactly like Supervillain. Believe me when I say that fighting them isn't worth it - even a victory would be a hollow one at that. Villains with power like their's need to be kept at bay at all costs: the people always come first, Hero. No matter what."
"So, that's what we're here to do, isn't it? T-To negotiate?"
"Yes. Don't worry, I'll do all the talking." The superhero suddenly stopped beside a door, opening it to reveal a narrow staircase. They motioned for the hero to go down, the other gulping a little but moving forwards all the same. "All you have to do is watch quietly and follow my direction."
"I'm meant to be like a witness, right? Just stand there and look pretty for legal purposes?" the hero joked lightly, trying their best to stave off their nerves.
Behind them the corners of the superhero's lips curled upwards in an amused grin. "Yes, something like that."
"I bet the paperwork for this kind of thing is hell," the hero continued. "How often does Supervillain request something from us?"
"Once a year. Twice if they're feeling particularly greedy."
"And what do they ask for? Money, or - I don't know - jewels? Free dental care?"
The superhero merely hummed in response. "You'd be surprised..."
At the bottom of the stairs was a dingy corridor leading into a small, circular room. The walls and floor were concrete - the air cold. Across from them was a second entrance practically identical to the one they'd come through and right at it's threshold stood the supervillain, leaning casually against the doorframe whilst they eyed the watch on their wrist.
"Cutting it a little close, aren't we, Superhero?" they asked. "A few minutes more and I'd have grown impatient."
Their tone seemed to be teasing but there was an edge to it that made the hero shiver, forcing them to take a small step back. The superhero, however, was undeterred.
"I'm never late," they said bluntly.
The supervillain let out a small huff of breath. A laugh or a scoff, the hero couldn't tell, but it hardly seemed to matter when the supervillain's gaze shot upwards, first surveying the superhero and then the slightly smaller figure beside them. They smiled wide, eyes roaming up and down the hero's frame with great interest, the sudden attention enough to make the other squirm on the spot.
"Well, in any case," the supervillain said, standing straight and taking a step forward, "I see you've brought me what I asked for."
The words washed over the hero like ice. Their mouth dropped open and their eyes went wide, turning to the superhero beside them in search of reassurance only for the other to refuse to even look at them.
"S-Superhero? I- I thought we were here to - to negotiate," the hero said.
They were ignored.
"Oh, but we have negotiated," the supervillain supplied instead, eyes still fixed upon the hero with what the other could only describe as a look of hunger. "This, dear pet, is the trade."
The hero shook their head, trying to take another step back only for the superhero to catch their arm.
"No," they said. "No, no, no - you can't. This - you're lying: Superhero, they're lying, right?"
Finally, their superior turned to them, face expressionless as they held the hero's gaze. "The people come first, Hero. No matter what: the people come first."
They let go then, gesturing vaguely to the supervillain in front of them.
"Go," they ordered.
"B-But I--"
"Go."
If they noticed the hero's tears their didn't comment on it.
For a second, the hero simply stood frozen - a numbing surge of betrayal sweeping through them. They knew they couldn't run; knew that they'd be overpowered in seconds if they even tried and if they did then would that...would that be classed as treason? They would be disobeying a direct order from their superior: refusal to follow through was seen as an act of villainy - they'd have their heroic status ripped from them.
The people come first, Hero.
Shakily, they took a step forward. Then another. Their gaze fixed down upon the floor, vision slowly getting blurrier as more tears caught in their eyes.
No matter what: the people come first.
Sacrifice one to save many. The hero guessed it made sense - tried to persuade themself that it made sense. This was just a part of the job. They were just...
Doing...
Their...
Job.
They stopped when the supervillain's boots came into view.
The hero didn't even need to look up to know that the other was smiling down at them - could practically feel the intensity with which the supervillain looked upon them. They jumped sharply as a hand came up to play with their hair, holding their breath as the supervillain began stroking them like they were some kind of pet - another hand coming up to wipe away the tears that fell down the hero's cheeks.
"Hush now, it's alright," the supervillain cooed. "I am going to take such good care of you..."
"You better," the superhero inserted suddenly, and the hero could have sworn the other used to have so much more warmth in their voice than this. "They're meant to last you the year. I won't react kindly if you go back on our deal a fourth time."
Fourth?
God, how many other people had been sacrificed already? Where were they now? The superhero had said they were meant to last a year but what did that mean - what did it mean? Were they going to die?!
The hand stroking through the hero's hair stopped. Slowly their head was tilted upwards, and their eyes were forced to meet the supervillain's.
"Oh, they'll last me," the other said with confidence. "After all, I picked them for a reason - you told me yourself, Superhero: this one does not break easily... Unless I get bored of them, I'll drag them out for as long as I can."
IVE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR TO POST THIS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW
found out apparently if you want to consume content of your own original characters and stories you usually have to make that content? fucked up if true
THE ACTOR is shown hung upside down from the ceiling of what looks like an abandoned observatory in the city.*
THE ACTOR: Damn.
I feel so dizzy.
*THE ACTOR slowly begins to wake up*
THE ACTOR: Shouldn't I be used to this by now?
*Panels show time passing as OBSIDIAN dramatically monologues.*
THE ACTOR: Does this guy ever stop talking?
*OBSIDIAN stops monologuing and leans in close to THE ACTOR's face.*
OBSIDIAN: Are you even listening to me, hero?
THE ACTOR: Hm?
*OBSIDIAN stands straight up and crosses their arms*
OBSIDIAN: I knew it. You weren't paying attention.
THE ACTOR: Oh great.
OBSIDIAN: Aren't you heroes suppose to listen to a villains evil scheme so they can stop it from happening?
THE ACTOR: Here we go again...
OBSIDIAN: That's your job isn't it?
THE ACTOR: Oh no, sorry. I was listening...
... To the first part...
OBSIDIAN: Excuse me?
THE ACTOR: ...Then you kinda just dragged off into the cliche.
*The shadow of GUY appears in the background sneaking into the room, unnoticed by THE ACTOR and OBSIDIAN.*
OBSIDIAN: Cliche?
Now, what part of my evil plan is cliche?!
*The figure of GUY slowly is shown behind an oblivious OBSIDIAN.*
GUY: Well first off...
*OBSIDIAN jumps.*
OBSIDIAN: Huh?!
GUY: ...Your a villain monologuing your plans to a heroes helpless sidekick.
*Fear is shown on OBSIDIAN's face while THE ACTOR is annoyed with GUY's comment.*
THE ACTOR: Helpless?
Sidekick?
I may be acting helpless right now but I am NOT your sidekick, Guy!!
We're partners...
...Remember?
*THE ACTOR easily escapes from the ropes that tie them to the ceiling.*
GUY: We'll have this conversion later.
Besides...
...I was ranked number one in The Directors training classes...
*Mockingly* ...Remember?
*OBSIDIAN runs to the other side of the large room to retrieve a gun like weapon from a dusty table, they point the weapon at GUY from across the room.*
OBSIDIAN: Stay back!
This thing hasn't been tested yet...
...No one knows the damage it can do, not even me!
*GUY puts his hands up defensively.*
GUY: Obsidian, please. Put the gun down.
*OBSIDIAN prepares to shoot.*
OBSIDIAN: Make me.
*THE ACTOR shows up behind OBSIDIAN and knocks them out with a single blow to the head-OBSIDIAN falls to the ground.*
THE ACTOR: So...
Who's the helpless one now?
Ah, those were the times.
Gotta miss them.
A FEW MONTHS LATER
*That memory fades as THE ACTOR looks up from a picture of them and GUY on their phone before they angrily walk into their HQ in a torn uniform, GUY sits on the couch in civies.*
THE ACTOR: Hey!
Where were you? I've been sitting, tied up, in some wannabes lair waiting for you.
And don't lie to me, the tracker was on.
GUY: Sorry.
*THE ACTOR takes off their mask and puts their hair up to get more comfortable.*
THE ACTOR: Sorry isn't gonna cut it, Ry.
I risk my life everyday going out there and purposefully getting caught so we can find the bad guys base and take 'em down together as a team but it looks to me like someone is forgetting their part in that plan.
*GUY looks up to THE ACTOR briefly and then looks back down.*
GUY: Sorry.
THE ACTOR: Oh, I know what this is about...
...Your distracted by that girl again, aren't you?
*THE ACTOR sits on the couch next to GUY.*
THE ACTOR: What was her name again...
*THE ACTOR snaps their fingers trying to remember the name.*
THE ACTOR: Oh, it was Lily. Right?
GUY: Yeah...
*GUY takes a deep breath and turns to face THE ACTOR.*
GUY: Mars, I've been thinking...
*THE ACTOR tilts their head in confusion.*
THE ACTOR: Hm?
GUY: I think I'm going retire from this whole hero thing.
*THE ACTOR stands up from the couch from surprise.*
THE ACTOR: What?!
Why? What brought this on?
GUY: Its Lily...
...If we are going to be more serious I don't want to put her in any danger.
THE ACTOR: You do realize that you are throwing away your entire life's work for a girl, right?
Are you really sure this is what you want to do...
*GUY stands up from the couch.*
GUY: I've thought this through a lot, and...
*GUY places his hand on THE ACTORs shoulders.*
GUY: ...And I think you are ready to be on your own.
THE ACTOR: ...What...?
GUY: I've seen how impressive you are in the field.
I know that you can be an incredible solo hero...
...Without me.
THE ACTOR: ...Rydel...
GUY: I'm sorry, Mars.
*GUY grabs a bag and walks toward the door before turning back.*
GUY: I really am.
ONE YEAR LATER
*Panel shows bells ringing and red lights flashing at a high tech prison, OBSIDIAN walks out of the building with a smug look on their face.*
OBSIDIAN: Ah, hero!
Glad to see you could join the show! Where's your *mockingly* partner at?
*THE ACTOR steps into frame.*
THE ACTOR: Enough of this, Roach. You know he's been retired for a year.
OBSIDIAN: Oh, so we're using our real names now, huh?
That's sad...
...I kinda liked it when you'd beg for your life to Obsidian.
*Panel shows THE ACTORs unamused face as OBSIDIAN mockingly acts out what they meant on their knees.*
OBSIDIAN: Oh no, Obsidian!
Obsidian please don't kill me!
I beg you!
Obsidiaaannnn!
*THE ACTOR tries to hold back a laugh, arms crossed trying to look tough.*
THE ACTOR: >tt<
I don't sound like that.
*OBSIDIAN stands back up*
OBSIDIAN: Maybe not, but admit it...
...You found that funny!
THE ACTOR: I did not.
OBSIDIAN: Did too!
*THE ACTOR smiles slightly.*
THE ACTOR: *Quietly* Did not...
OBSIDIAN: Your smiling!
You did!
HEHEHEHAHAHAHAAA
*OBSIDIANs laughter fades and their tone turns to be more serious.*
OBSIDIAN: So, hero.
Why do you come and intercept me here? I wasn't the one who caused this jailbreak...
...Perhaps you should go after whoever that may be.
THE ACTOR: I wanted to talk.
OBSIDIAN: Talk, hey?
And why would you want to do that? Hm?
THE ACTOR: Roach, this is serious.
OBSIDIAN: There you go again.
THE ACTOR: Hm?
OBSIDIAN: Hey, why is it that you get to call me by my name when I don't even know yours?
THE ACTOR: Maybe you'll learn it one day.
But now isn't the time, I need to speak with you.
OBSIDIAN: Well how about this, we can talk tonight.
Meet me at the city hall, on the highest floor. Its the meeting room, the one with the stage.
THE ACTOR: What time?
*OBSIDIAN smirks.*
OBSIDIAN: You'll know.
Now farewell, dear hero, until tonight.
THE ACTOR: Until tonight.
Obsidian.
Noooooo
So your just dirtying socks that don't need to be dirty, it's a waste of your washing machine. Go barefoot!!!
Had to jump on this whole sock situation before it becomes a political debate.
Socks would get dirty after a while if you keep wearing them in the house! Just give barefoot it's easier and your socks don't get crusty!
For those of you who follow me for my STRIKE story, the script is being edited and rewritten from the beginning so it may be a very long while before anything involving that story is posted. I will still remain active but That specific storyline will be taking a hiatus on social media. Big news on it however, I have found an artist/animator so STRIKE may actually become a comic! I'll leave you all updates!
Writing Tips
Punctuating Dialogue
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➸ “This is a sentence.”
➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.
➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”
➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”
➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”
➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”
➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.
“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.
“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”
➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”
➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”
However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!
➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.
If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)
➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“
“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.
➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.
➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”
➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.
“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”
➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”
I'm an inspiring actor who writes comics and shit :p My main story is written in script format, sorry if that bothers anyone... Bisexual and genderfluid?
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